“Oh, God,” she pants as I thrust even deeper.
“I asked you a fucking question.” I tug hard on her hair.
“Yes!”
“Then come for me,wife.”
With one hard thrust of my hips, Ciara is screaming with the force of her climax, clenching so tight around me I nearly lose it. But I keep going because I’m nowhere close to being finished.
I fuck her through her orgasm until her arousal drips down her thighs and onto the bed.
Her body is so limp with pleasure that she’s struggling just to keep her ass in the air, but I’m still not done.
I’m so close to coming, but there’s something I need her to do before I can finally claim her.
“Say it,” I growl, slamming into her again.
“Say…what?” she pants, her words barely coherent.
“That you’re mine.”
She’s too quiet as her body melts into the bed, exhausted with the force of her climax.
So, I land an even harder slap to her ass, causing her to buck and a sweet cry to spill from her lips.
"Say it, Ciara."
She whimpers, completely broken and spent, but she manages to get the words out. "I’m yours."
That’s all it takes for me to explode.
I clench my teeth hard as my hips jerk, emptying myself inside Ciara as her pussy continues to pulse around my cock with the aftermath of her orgasm.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl as I look down and watch my cock slide in and out of her pussy, slick with our arousal.
Only when she’s taken every last drop from me do I slide free and slowly untie the belt from around her wrists.
The skin is pink from where she fought against it, so I bend down and press a soft kiss to each wrist before gently maneuvering her limp body into a more comfortable position.
For once, she doesn’t fight me as her eyes flutter closed and her breathing starts to slow.
She curls up under the sheets, already half asleep, and for a while, I sit beside her.
The guilt weighs heavily on my chest, not from what just happened between us, but because she doesn’t know the truth of what I’ve done.
She thinks I’m punishing her for her father's sins, but I’m punishingmyselffor keeping her in the dark. After all, I was the one to spread the lies about him, but not for the reasons she thinks.
I only did it to protect her, and the sickest part of it all is that I’m not even sorry.
Chapter Twenty-Two
CIARA
I’m startingto regret asking Ronan for a job, and not because he’s technically my enemy, but because sitting across the desk from him and watching as he types away on his laptop is doing things to my body that, quite honestly, should embarrass me.
Watching his fingers move across the keyboard has me subtly crossing my thighs and trying not to remember what those thick fingers felt like as they pumped inside me. Not only that, but his light blue shirt sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, exposing those powerful forearms, and my mouth all but waters.
I force my attention back to the notebook in my lap, trying to pretend that last night didn’t happen, but that’s not exactly easy when I still feel the ghost of Ronan’s body everywhere,especiallybetween my legs.
